CONTENTS
Guy Kenmore's Wife; or, Her Mother's Secret
Chapter I.
Chapter II.
Chapter III.
Chapter IV.
Chapter V.
Chapter VI.
Chapter VII.
Chapter VIII.
Chapter IX.
Chapter X.
Chapter XI.
Chapter XII.
Chapter XIII.
Chapter XIV.
Chapter XV.
Chapter XVI.
Chapter XVII.
Chapter XVIII.
Chapter XIX.
Chapter XX.
Chapter XXI.
Chapter XXII.
Chapter XXIII.
Chapter XXIV.
Chapter XXV.
Chapter XXVI.
Chapter XXVII.
Chapter XXVIII.
Chapter XXIX.
Chapter XXX.
Chapter XXXI.
Chapter XXXII.
Chapter XXXIII.
Chapter XXXIV.
Chapter XXXV.
Chapter XXXVI.
Chapter XXXVII.
Chapter XXXVIII.
Chapter XXXIX.
Chapter XL.
Chapter XLI.
Chapter XLII.
Chapter XLIII.
Chapter XLIV.
Chapter XLV.
Chapter XLVI.
Chapter XLVII.
Chapter XLVIII.
Chapter XLIX.
Chapter L.
Chapter LI.
Chapter LII.
The Rose and the Lily; or, Love Wins Love
Chapter I.
Chapter II.
Chapter III.
Chapter IV.
Chapter V.
Chapter VI.
Chapter VII.
Chapter VIII.
Chapter IX.
Chapter X.
Chapter XI.
Chapter XII.
Chapter XIII.
Chapter XIV.
Chapter XV.
Chapter XVI.
Chapter XVII.
Chapter XVIII.
Chapter XIX.
Chapter XX.
Chapter XXI.
Chapter XXII.
Chapter XXIII.
Chapter XXIV.
Chapter XXV.
Chapter XXVI.
Chapter XXVII.
Chapter XXVIII.
No. 198 (EAGLE SERIES) 10 Cents
GUY KENMORE'S WIFE
AND
THE ROSE AND THE LILY
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BY MRS. ALEX. McVEIGH MILLER
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..143--A Charity Girl. By Effie Adelaide Rowlands.
..142--Her Rescue from the Turks. By the author of Dr. Jack.
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..140--That Girl of Johnsons'. By Jean Kate Ludlum.
..139--Little Lady Charles. By Effie Adelaide Rowlands.
..138--A Fatal Wooing. By Laura Jean Libbey.
..137--A Wedded Widow. By T. W. Hanshew.
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..134--Squire John. By the author of Dr. Jack.
..133--Max. By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon.
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..131--Nerme's Second Choice. By Adelaide Stirling.
..130--A Bitter Bondage. By Bertha M. Clay.
..129--In Sight of St. Paul's. By Sutton Vane.
..128--The Scent of the Roses. By the author of Half a Truth.
..127--Nobody's Daughter. By Clara Augusta.
..126--The Girl from Hong Kong. By the author of Dr. Jack.
..125--Devil's Island. By A. D. Hall.
..124--Prettiest of All. By Julia Edwards.
..123--Northern Lights. By A. D. Hall.
..122--Grazia's Mistake. By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon.
..121--Cecile's Marriage. By Lucy Randall Comfort.
..120--The White Squadron. By T. C. Harbaugh.
..119--An Ideal Love. By Bertha M. Clay.
..118--Saved From the Sea. By Richard Duffy.
..117--She Loved Him. By Charles Garvice.
..116--The Daughter of the Regiment. By Mary A. Denison.
..115--A Fair Revolutionist. By the author of Dr. Jack.
..114--Half a Truth. By a popular author.
..113--A Crushed Lily. By Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller.
..112--The Cattle King. By A. D. Hall.
..111--Faithful Shirley. By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon.
..110--Whose Wife Is She? By Annie Lisle.
..109--A Heart's Bitterness. By Bertha M. Clay.
..108--A Son of Mars. By the author of Dr. Jack.
..107--Carla; or, Married at Sight. By Effie Adelaide Rowlands.
..106--Lilian, My Lilian. By Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller.
..105--When London Sleeps. By Chas. Darrell.
..104--A Proud Dishonor. By Genie Holzmeyer.
..103--The Span of Life. By Sutton Vane.
..102--Fair But Faithless. By Bertha M. Clay.
..101--A Goddess of Africa. By the author of Dr. Jack.
..100--Alice Blake. By Francis S. Smith.
...99--Audrey's Recompense. By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon.
...97--The War Reporter. By Warren Edwards.
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...95--'Twixt Love and Hate. By Bertha M. Clay.
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...59--Gladys Greye. By Bertha M. Clay.
...57--Rosamond. By Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller.
...56--The Dispatch Bearer. By Warren Edwards.
...55--Thrice Wedded. By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon.
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...52--Woman Against Woman. By Effie Adelaide Rowlands.
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...50--Her Ransom. By Charles Garvice.
...49--None But the Brave. By Robert Lee Tyler.
...48--Another Man's Wife. By Bertha M. Clay.
...47--The Colonel By Brevet. By the author of Dr. Jack.
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...28--Miss Caprice. By the author of Dr. Jack.
...27--Estelle's Millionaire Lover. By Julia Edwards.
...26--Captain Tom. By the author of Dr. Jack.
...25--Little Southern Beauty. By Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller.
...24--A Wasted Love. By Charles Garvice.
...23--Miss Pauline of New York. By the author of Dr. Jack.
...22--Elaine. By Charles Garvice.
...21--A Heart's Idol. By Bertha M. Clay.
...20--The Senator's Bride. By Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller.
...19--Mr. Lake of Chicago. By Harry DuBois Milman.
...18--Dr. Jack's Wife. By the author of Dr. Jack.
...17--Leslie's Loyalty. By Charles Garvice.
...16--The Fatal Card. By Haddon Chambers and B. C.
Stephenson.
...15--Dr. Jack. By St. George Rathborne.
...14--Violet Lisle. By Bertha M. Clay.
...13--The Little Widow. By Julia Edwards.
...12--Edrie's Legacy. By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon.
...11--The Gypsy's Daughter. By Bertha M. Clay.
....9--The Virginia Heiress. By May Agnes Fleming.
....8--Beautiful but Poor. By Julia Edwards.
....7--Two Keys. By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon.
....5--The Senator's Favorite. Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller.
....4--For a Woman's Honor. By Bertha M. Clay.
....3--He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not. By Julia Edwards.
....2--Ruby's Reward. By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon.
....1--Queen Bess. By Mrs. Georgie Sheldon.
Guy Kenmore's Wife
OR
HER MOTHER'S SECRET
BY
MRS. ALEX. MCVEIGH MILLER
AUTHOR OF
"Jaquelina," "An Old Man's Darling," "A Little Southern Beauty,"
"The Senator's Bride," etc.
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NEW YORK
STREET & SMITH, PUBLISHERS
238 WILLIAM STREET
Copyright, 1883,
By NORMAN L. MUNRO
Copyright, 1901,
By STREET & SMITH
GUY KENMORE'S WIFE;
OR,
HER MOTHER'S SECRET.
By MRS. ALEX. McVEIGH MILLER.
CHAPTER I.
"The moonlight lay on the garden wall,
And bathed each path in a silver glow;
And over the towers of the grey hall
Its pearly banner was trailing low."
It was a night of nights. Moonlight--the silvery, mystical, entrancing,
love-breathing, moonlight of exquisite June--fairest daughter of the
year--lay over all the land. The bay--our own beautiful
Chesapeake--shone gloriously in the resplendent light, and rolled its
foam-capped, phosphorescent waves proudly on to the grand Atlantic.
"Ten thousand stars were in the sky,
Ten thousand in the sea.
"For every wave with dimpled crest
That leaped upon the air,
Had caught a star in its embrace,
And held it trembling there!"
A wind from the sea--cool, and salty, and delicious--came up to Bay View
House, and stole in with the moonlight to the lace-draped windows of the
parlor where a crumpled little figure crouched in a forlorn white heap
on the wide, old-fashioned window sill, sobbing desperately through the
plump little hands, in which the girlish face was hidden.
The spacious parlor with its handsome, old-fashioned furniture, and open
piano, was deserted, and the weeping of the girl echoed forlornly
through the room, and blended strangely with the whispers of the wind,
and the sounds of the sea.
Old Faith put her grotesque, white-capped head inside the parlor door.
"Miss Irene, darling, won't you come and take your tea now?" said she,
persuasively. "There's strawberry short-cake, and the reddest
strawberries, and yellowest cream," added she, artfully appealing to the
young lady's well-known epicurean tastes.
A sharp little voice answered back from the window seat:
"I won't take a thing, Faith; I mean to starve myself to death!"
"Oh, fie, my dearie, don't, now," cried Faith. "Come up-stairs, and let
me tuck you in your little white bed, there's a love!"
"I won't, so there! Go away and leave me alone, Faith," cried the girl,
through her stifled, hysterical sobs.
Exit Faith.
The wind stirred the yellow curls on the drooping head, and the
moonlight touched them with fingers of light, bringing out their glints
of gold. The great magnolia tree outside the window shook a gust of
strong, sweet perfume from the large white waxen flowers, and the scent
of June roses and lilacs came up from the old-fashioned garden. But the
sweetness and beauty of the night seemed lost on little Irene, for her
grieved sobs only burst forth afresh when Faith had departed. The
girlish bosom heaved, the tears rained through her fingers, her
smothered wail disturbed the harmony of the beautiful night.
Another step came along the hall, a hand turned the door-knob and a
handsome old man came into the room.
"Irene, my pet, my darling, where are you hiding? Come to papa," he
called, glancing around the dimly-lighted room.
With a scream of joy the little figure sprang down from its high perch
in the window, and ran precipitately into his arms.
"Oh, papa, dear papa, you are home again!" she exclaimed, laughing and
crying together, and patting his grey whiskers with her loving white
hands.
"Yes, but you aren't glad to see me one bit. You're crying because I've
come home. Shall I go back to the city, eh?" he inquired, softly
pinching her cheek, and looking at her with kind, blue eyes full of
love.
Irene hid her lovely face on his broad breast and sobbed aloud.
"Why, what ails my little girl?" he exclaimed. "Who's been teasing my
pet? Where are mamma and the girls?"
With a fresh rain of tears, Irene sobbed out:
"All g--gone to the b--ball, and would not let--let--me g--go, after
you'd told them all I might, papa."
The old man's genial face clouded over instantly with some intangible
annoyance.
"Why wouldn't they let you go?" he inquired.
"Bertha said if I went, _she_ wouldn't," replied Irene, hushing her
sobs, and answering in a high-pitched, indignant young voice; "she said
children had no business at a ball! The idea of calling _me_ a child! I
was _sixteen_, yesterday! Oh, papa, have you brought me a birthday
present from the city?" she inquired, eagerly, forgetting for a moment
her grievance.
"Yes, dear. And so Bertha wouldn't let you go to the ball?" he said,
taking a seat, and drawing her down upon his knee.
"It was mamma, too. _She_ took Bertha's part, and said I shouldn't come
out until the girls were married. Two Miss Brookes were quite enough in
the market at one time she said. As if I wanted to marry any of their
ridiculous beauxs, with their lisps, and their eye-glasses, and their
black coats. I despise them!" cried Irene, indignantly.
"That's because, as Bertha said, you're nothing but a child," laughed
Mr. Brooke. "When you grow older you'll quite adore these black-coated
dandies, I dare say;" then he added, in a graver tone: "Did Elaine
forbid your going, too?"
"No, she didn't say one word for, or against it. She only pursed up her
lips and looked out of the window. I never saw such a coward as Elaine,"
pursued the girl, angrily. "Bertha and mamma have everything their own
way, and ride rough-shod over Elaine, and she daren't say her soul's her
own!"
"Hush, Irene--you musn't talk so disrespectfully of your--sister," her
father said, reprovingly.
"Well, but, papa, do you think it is right for Ellie to be ruled so by
Bertha? She's older than Bert, you know," said the girl, laying her
soft, round cheek against his, coaxingly.
A strange, sad look came into Mr. Brooke's face at her words.
"My dear, we won't discuss it," he said, uneasily. "Elaine is so gentle
and quiet, she will not take her own part, perhaps. But about this ball,
my pet. I'm sorry they wouldn't let you go. I brought you some pretty
fal-lals to wear."
He handed her several parcels as he spoke, and turned up the lamps to a
brighter blaze. Irene Brooke began unwrapping the parcels, with little
feminine shrieks of delight.
"A baby-blue sash; oh, oh, you dear, old darling!" she cried, letting
the rich lengths of wide, blue satin ribbon ripple splendidly over her
white dress. "A fan! Ivory sticks, and blue and white feathers! Oh,
thank you a hundred times, papa! And what is this tiny parcel? Oh, a
bang-net! You ridiculous old papa, what do you think I want of a
bang-net?" with a ripple of girlish laughter.
"The shop-woman recommended it. She said they were very fashionable,"
said Mr. Brooke, vaguely.
"I don't care! I'll never put _my_ yellow curls under a bang-net,"
laughed Irene, whose tears were dried now as if they had never been.
"Ellie may have it. And, oh, this little box! I had almost missed it."
She opened it with a little girlish shriek of joy and amaze.
"A gold chain and locket! Oh, papa, let me kiss you a hundred times!"
she cried, running to him and half smothering him with energetic
caresses.
"Your birthday present, my love. Look in the locket and see if you like
the pictures," said Mr. Brooke as soon as he could get his breath.
She left off choking him a moment to obey.
"Your picture and Elaine's--the very ones I would have wished for! And
how true, how perfect, how beautiful!" she cried, kissing the pictured
faces. "Dear papa, how did you know that I would far rather have your
picture and Ellie's than mamma's and Bert's?" she inquired, smiling
fondly at him.
"I knew you liked us best because we spoil you the most," he replied.
"That is true of you, papa, but not to my elder sister," replied Irene,
with a touch of seriousness softening for the moment her childish face.
"Ellie is very kind to me, but she never spoils me. She reads me long
lectures in private, and I believe she loves me dearly, but she never
takes my part against mamma and Bert, when they scold and fret me. She
only looks tearful and miserable! Oh, why should she be afraid of them?"
"Hush, Irene, I will not listen to such ridiculous fancies," said Mr.
Brooke, half sternly. "You must not imbibe such foolish notions! and,
remember, I forbid you, on pain of my extreme displeasure, ever to
mention these idle notions to your sister."
"Indeed I never will, papa, I would not hurt Ellie's feelings for the
world," the girl said, earnestly. Then she went to his side and put her
arm around his neck.
"Papa," she said, looking up at him, with arch, beautiful eyes that
sparkled like purple-blue pansies under their shady, golden-brown
lashes, "papa, it isn't an hour yet since they went to the ball."
"Well?" he said, half-comprehendingly, smiling down into the eager,
charming face, and passing his hand caressingly over the wealth of
golden curls that adorned the dainty head.
"Let us go to the ball--you and I, papa?" she said, audaciously.
"What? Why, that would be rank rebellion! What would mamma and the girls
say when we sneaked into the ball-room? Wouldn't they march us home and
put us in irons for disobeying orders?" inquired Mr. Brooke in pretended
alarm, though Irene did not lose the humorous twinkle in his eye.
"No, sir, you know they won't say a word if you take my part! You know
they never do. They're afraid of my dear old papa. Oh, how amazed and
how angry they would be if you and I were to walk in presently, and have
a dance together! And serve them right, too, for their selfishness! Oh,
papa, dearest, _do_ take me! I never, never saw a ball in my life, and I
had so set my heart on this one!"
The tearful eyes and coaxing lips conquered the old man's heart as they
always did, against his better judgment.
"Well, well, they didn't treat you right," he said, "and you shall have
your revenge on them. Go along now, and tell old Faith to put your new
white frock and blue sash on you in fifteen minutes while I am getting
ready."